Springfield daily republic. [volume] (Springfield, O. [Ohio]) 1887-1888, 1887-08-23

| To a LAWYER. will make a sworn state
ment Your name shall yet he cleared '
! 1t is too late" he said. 1t would no,
undo the wrong. i must have needed tn,
/ discipline shall soon know why it wa.
/ permitted
A reaction was coming She gave him
/ a draught from n goblet on the table and
/ his eyes closed wearily. His lips moved
/ She bent her head To listen to the words
he uttered.
Gods furnace flame around me quivers
His breath upon the fire doth blow -
he was repeating with slow. deep emphasi,
ON the words. Then he slept
She sat and watched him His mint
seemed to wander back to the DAYS when
he was the idol Of his people Fragments
of hymns and sublime prophecies came to
his lips. Again he was the minister Of
God. standing at the altar, distributing
the mystical emblems of Christ's death.
Again his hands We're in Genediction and
his lips moved in the words, MAY the
peace "f God, which passeth understand
lug, keep YOU
Then change came. He was living
over the dark hours of his agony. The
veins stood out upon his forehead. His
head moved from side TO side in mort:
anguish. His mighty frame shook with
the inner tempest. Again he was writh
ing under the blow dealt him by the man
whom he had once trusted, but who had
been dominated by the demon Of jealous
hatred who had sworn to overthrow his
powerful rival and who had all too surely
succeeded. Again he stood in the pitiless
MONDAY light of a court Of law, with the
whole world as spectators. Again he
knelt under the skies and cried: MY
God why hast Thou forsaken mes'
But his face did not mirror more terri
BILE agony than did that Of the woman
who bent over him, and with trembling
hand wiped the drops from his forehead.
He awoke and looked up into her face
You suffer with me-" he said, gently.
Il may come to you and help you TO be
strong after am free. Are they not all
ministering spirits"' His utterance seemed
less clear. II have had my last hour
of earthly agony" he said.
And now n strange awe crept over the
woman as she sat and watched the noble
face. for by the mystical change that
ov.rshadowed it she knew that Presence
had entered the room to claim his own,
not as the King Of Terrors, but as an all
powerful deliverer, bringing to this long
tried spirit the crown of immortality. His
face shone with the reflection of the com
ing dawn, his ears caught new, faint har-
monies, he turned his eyes upon Emily
with last sweet smile, and without one
struggle his soul was free.
The news Of the death of the great
preacher. whose sun had set in eclipse,
had scarcely flashed over the wires before
another strange piece Of intelligence fol-
lowed.
Sydney Fowler, who a month ago had
commenced n lecturing tour through the
west, had been found in his room at
popular hotel with pistol shot through
his brain. On the table were a number
of closely written pages Of confession. He
had plotted the downfall of Gregory Ban
croft because he was jealous Of his sue
cesses and honors, because he had out
him in the race which they had
begun together. The news of his death
had overwhelmed him with remorse He
now confessed the whole fiendish plot, the
Of love he had forced from his
wife and her signature To the statement
he had written, while he knew and be
lieved in the unspotted integrity of Greg
ory Bancroft. Emily was forestalled. No
ilttN NOW pl ntT CpnltSSlOn, winch HI DtSt
would only have unsettled, not convinced,
the world
Did the grand. sorely tried soul not
know, did he not hear from the morning
land of spirits. the overwhelming voice of
and sorrow and Indignation
Inat thrilled and throbbed around the
world' Did he not rejoice that his name
as tU be accounted blameless of the sin
laid 80 his charge, that history would
record him martyr, that offerings Of
lowers, lavish and costly, were heaped
lp' q his resting place in the city Of the
iesi, daily renewed, daily watered with
ears from bleeding hearts, reaching ont
with dumb longing TO kneel at his feet
md implcre his pardon for the injustice
neted 10 him in thought and word,
Did he sometimes come to the sad faced
woman who knelt with folded hands
nightly beside his grave. she 10 whom it
vas appointed TO live on and bear the bur
len Of her sin, TO watch and wait and
,uffer and hope for the end'
All, who shall solve for us the riddle of
his great mystery Of pain?-Isabel Holmes
n New York Mercury.